The mad ramblings of an autistic dinosaur

Happy Pokémon day, shout out to my fave Magmortar and the little collection I have of it<33

The majesty of real living animals who towered over everything, endured through a harsh world and became abundant in all varieties in the most beautiful showcase of evolution, enduring 165 million years as the apex species on every corner of their planet, only to be striked down in a single moment by the most cruel and unfair manner by something with no thought or meaning. To imagine how much longer they could have survived without some simple stroke of bad luck. And then to remember that they did survive, against all odds, and still walk with us today, not huge or commanding but just as enduring as their ancestors. And to remember the pterosaurs and marine reptiles in their prime that did not survive to fly and swim with us. To remember them in their scarce evidence of bones of mangled and buried corpses, to use their remains to rediscover their majesty. And to know we will never fully understand their majesty.

As a nonbinary person I notice quite frequently that queer people who I introduce my pronouns to (she/her and it/its) will they/them me, especially upon learning my gender.

"I watched Hazbin Hotel S2 for the plot" The plot:

How it feels scrolling through the Hazbin tag rn